CynthiaA Poem by Geo LawrenceA lost love...
Whenever I see the bench
Which sits atop the beach Memories of her starts to prick me Like the sting of a bee She was a girl I used to know Ah! I count my self blessed, to have known her so! Alas! she has become a wild horse That graces the hinterland, by beauty's force Love is hard, when one is young For it hides beneath facades, and one may be wrong Though memories of you hurt, I relive them For I am certain, you wear mine like a gem Not one picture of you I have But sweet memories of you, as countless as bees in a hive Though we shall age and run to death Thoughts of you shall transcend death Cynthia; a dame rich in innocence Poor me you left, basking beneath your prudence My tears flow like rivulets, as I hopelessly seek you To exile, you've condemned me, ever searching for you... © 2015 Geo LawrenceReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 10, 2015 Last Updated on April 10, 2015 AuthorGeo LawrenceEnugu, Enugu, NigeriaAboutMy writings will nudge you into a trance of introspection. Beware dear reader, for each letter is laced in a spell to hold sway over your attention until there is nothing left to read. more..Writing
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